Kill for Your Lovin'

She keep switchin' that ass and she know she playin'
 Lick her lips when she walk past, she know she playin'
 Bad as hell, I know, she must have a man
 I got to have you's what I'm sayin'
 She gotta be the baddest, marital status don't matter
 Hit it like a batter and dickin' up in her bladder
 She diggin' the chadder, the way that I'm comin' at her
 Too many get the number, get out of her little lighter and I
 Up there like * * down and hope she stayin'
 I got to have you's what I'm sayin'
 I kill for your lovin'
 (Say it) I will for your lovin'
 (Tell me) What to do with my lovin'
 (Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'
 Now give it up to me
 I kill for your lovin'
 (Say it) I will for your lovin'
 (Tell me) What to do with my lovin'
 (Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'
 Give it up to me
 He tryin' to holla-ho-holla, no, he trippin'
 But he got them kinda lips that was made for kissin'
 Maybe he packin' and he got somethin' with him
 I think I'm goin' with him
 He gotta be a winner and gotta take me to dinner
 And then he goin' in * * gonna deliver
 I never let him in her if baby is a beginner
 Cause this'll be the * to put you off in a blender
 He's like a player and got a lot of women
 I don't care, I'm goin' with him
 Your man ain't no problem, off him, it's automatic
 His hands up to you up off him, it's automatic
 I'll come, call me, it's automatic
 You know I gots to have it
 And I'll be
 Focused on pokin' you on a regular-regular
 Ready to take at any competitor (I'll stalk you)
 And ain't nobody better that can piddly-diddly you
 Man, I'll make you bite the piddle a little (I got you)
 She can make me do the fool and I ain't playin'
 I gots to have you's what I'm sayin'